the window is cracked.
a raw chill spills over the sill
for which the drapes perform
a most spectral waltz.
sea hag comes on the old stereo,
devouring my tiniest of rooms
with blackened screams. with riffs
devastating in their enormity.
i think of the sea,
the sparkling behemoth,
her waves
just as beautifully merciless
as they crashed against my skin
in the light of a leaden sky.
it was the perfect day
to dedicate to doom.
this is a tribute to burning witch,
the heaviest, lowest, and fucking slowest.
hail the witch. \m/
photography by
LizardAM